the wind is blowing harder now, blowing dust into my eyes
Sometimes Lana regrets having such pristine white vestments. In the heat of battle, her skirts can really get dirty (even if it's not blood, thank goodness), and she finds her magic, though purifying, not quite enough to restore her appearance and her spirits.
Still, electricity dances between her and her partner as they clear the field from one side to the other. If she can just shoot off this one last burst of power, and get the barrier ready for Fiora's next power charge...
If she's not too distracted, that is.
"Nice one!"
Aha! Hit her target, fair and square.